Poems from MHickok
Feeling the pen on the page, ink flows seamlesslyOver and over without a thought to the meaningsRemembering the lessons of childhoodThe...
Filler full of toast, see
That'll get the ghost, see,
eat it up, you're close see, knave.
Give it to your ghosty
holler to your host-y...
Problem is, I' sometimes have a dark day,
On which it doesn't seem to matter what I say
Even though I'm trying to be heard,
They first...